Resisting Pressure (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 5) (5 page)

CHAPTER FOUR

The studio apartment was small but nice, Keefer thought as he removed his hat and placed it on the nightstand next to the Holy Bible and a stack of magazines. Besides a twin size bed, a small round table and a bathroom, there wasn’t much to the place, but they weren’t there to talk.

He turned and watched Violet slip from the cowboy boots. “So again, tell me how you ended up with boots. What happened to the heels?” He thought this should be good.

She grinned. “I ran into Edie in the bathroom and she said she liked my heels. So I exchanged them for her boots.”

He rubbed his jaw, his beard rasped loudly. “Do you do this often? Exchange something if someone likes what you have on?”

“Never before with a stranger, except for my sisters of course. Growing up was pretty cool having three sisters with awesome style. We traded all of the time. So tell me, did you know that Edie is…”

“With Buck? I thought it was pretty obvious. You didn’t?”

“Totally missed it. Until she told me.”

“You didn’t see the looks they shared?”

“No. I was oblivious. She was very appreciative for the heels and I was glad I made her smile. She even kissed me.”

“Yeah—huh?” He turned rock solid in a  flash. “She kissed you?”

“She did. In the bathroom. On the cheek. As a thank you for the heels.”

Innocent kiss or not, his cock responded like a jackhammer. He needed to take a breather or he was going to spew even before he got his jeans off. He was going to have sex with Violet Stone. Granted, it wasn’t what he was expecting, a one night rumble, but she had a sinful body with curves that deserved a man’s attention. Hair that hung long, he could only imagine how the silken curtain would feel against his bare skin. Goosebumps popped out over his flesh with the mere thought.

Tonight he would sink his body deep into hers and find a release that had been building since the first time he’d laid eyes on her.

He’d have to wrap his brain around the fact that their acquaintance went no further than tonight. He could handle that, he had no choice. He knew all too well how women like Violet could be, or what they needed. She didn’t want a man that was on a new path, finding his way. She wanted someone who was established, had money to buy her things. Hell, he couldn’t deny that she deserved a man that treated her like a princess, but he was juggling a lot at the moment.

He pushed the dismal thoughts from his brain. Now was not the time for thinking. He had a beautiful woman standing before him.

She sashayed across the room until they were close, her tongue sweeping out along her lips, making his gut tighten.  “I’ve been wanting your kiss.” Her voice had a tiny quake in it and he could see by the trembling in her bottom lip how nervous she was. They both knew they were on the precipice of something great that was about to happen.

“You can have as many as you want,” he told her in a voice that expressed the unsettling of his nerves. “I have to admit I’m feeling guilty.”

“For what?”

“For the first time in my life, I’m feeling guilty for having a one night stand.” He admitted easily. “Are you sure—”

She touched his mouth with the tip of her fingers and then slid them to his jaw. “No words are needed. I know you aren’t a womanizer and you should know that I don’t normally jump into things. Tonight, I want us to enjoy each other, enjoy this unexplainable lure drawing us together.”

He tore his hand through his hair. “I understand I can’t offer more—you can’t offer more, not right now. I just wanted to be clear.”

“Very gentlemanly of you, Keefer Lane. So how about we stop thinking and just feel?” She gave him what he thought was her brightest smile. “Now, how about a kiss?”

He wrapped one arm around her waist, tugging her against his body, breathing in her scent. He pushed his fingers through her thick hair, rubbing her scalp and downward to the nape of her neck. He massaged her nape and she tilted her head enough so that he could take her lips for a slow, sensual kiss. They were soft and full, delicious as strawberry wine. He licked the seam, sampling the corners, teasing her mouth open wider, then swept his tongue deep inside. He tangled with hers, then pulled back slightly to suckle her bottom lip.

A moan scurried through him, but it wasn’t his moan that he heard. It was a soft, anguished one from Violet. He deepened the kiss, lowering his hand to her back and even lower to her bottom, dragging her closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. The mounds were soft, except for the peaking of her nipples. He could feet the hardened buds through their clothing and his cock twitched painfully against his zipper. He looked at her flushed cheeks and pink lips. Her breathing was hard and her eyes were closed.

Trailing kisses down her neck, he followed the silken line to the hollow of her collarbone, licking the skin. Goosebumps scattered across her flesh. He slid one hand to the strap on her shoulder, slowly tugging it down her arm, pulling at the tight material, inch by inch, until her strapless bra was his only barrier. She reached up and loosened the other strap off her arm and the dress dropped to her waist.

Shit!

She was a living fantasy. The swell of her breasts rose above the lacey material of her bra. The sheer material didn’t conceal the shadows of her nipples, only intensified his need to see all of her. He molded his palm on one mound and dipped his head, pulling the tight bud into his mouth, wetting the fabric. She laid her head back, her hair flowing as another honeyed moan escaped her throat. She arched into him as if inviting him to taste her, everywhere. He obliged her by sucking the nipple harder, deeper into his mouth and gently tugging the pearl with his teeth. The flesh swelled. He had to force himself not to rip her panties from her voluptuous hips and take her fast and hard.

He wanted to enjoy every second he was gifted with this lovely woman.

Lowering to his knees, he yanked the dress to her hips and dipped his tongue into her belly button until she threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling the strands. He rolled the fabric to her thighs, kissing along the seam of her panties. Her hands dropped to his shoulders, her nails nicking his skin, pressing into his flesh. The dress fell to her feet, she kicked it aside and now she stood before him in the take-advantage-of-me leopard print thong and see-thru bra. Splaying his hands across her hips, he pressed his face into the apex of her thighs inhaling the musky, sweet scent.

Fuck!

Reaching up, he unclasped the front snap of her bra and the thin material fell away from her breasts. He quickly palmed her pale mounds, gently squeezing and tugging at the nipples. The heat of her skin burned his fingertips, spreading warmth through his bloodstream.  He could spend all night suckling and sampling her—every inch. Her scent drove him toward the home goal and he held himself steady. His balls tightened and a bittersweet pain swirled through them, everything tensed into a need he’d never known before. He kissed the moistened seam of her panties, rolling his tongue along the dampened crease, pushing the fabric deeper into the slit. Her sweet flavor covered his lips and tongue, filling his mouth like a burst of candy. He groaned against her flesh and she trembled in response. He grew hungrier and needier. He could feast on her pussy all night, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t protest.

He was wrong.

She gave his shoulders a slight push. He brought his chin up. Her smile could have ignited an iceberg and the glint in her eyes warned him her inner beasty was unleashed. “Hey, cowboy. I want to see more of that body.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. I bet you have buns of steel. Wranglers never lie.” Her voice quaked.

He stood and met her gaze. “Then maybe you should undress me.”

She sucked in a breath and her eyes danced in the light. His fingers ached to touch her breasts again but he managed to curb the urge, for now. He expected her to loosen one button at a time on his shirt, but instead she clutched the material into her fists and in one swift jerk, she ripped the front open, sending buttons flying across the room. “Holy hell, woman!”

“I don’t want to scare you or anything.” She winked.

“You didn’t scare me, but I almost came in my pants.”

“Yummy,” she murmured then gave a sexy sigh.  One corner of her mouth edged into a tiny smile as she roamed her searing gaze over his chest. She pulled the shirt down further and off his arms, tossing it over her shoulder. “I hope that wasn’t a favorite.”

“It certainly will be now.”

She leaned in, cruising her hands down his chest, brushing the tips of her fingers over his nipples and lower over his ribs as if she played an instrument. With a grin that suggested of her wicked ways, she rolled her nails over his skin, down to the waist of his jeans, splaying her hands wide.

“Damn. I didn’t know there was an art to teasing.”

“I’m not a tease. I plan to follow through.” She gave him a spicy look before licking his chest and then sucking one flat nipple, then the other. Electricity ping ponged through him and his knees weakened. He became dizzy.

“Care to slide those off?” She pointed to his boots. “Unless you’re one of those cowboys who likes to leave them on?”

For a second he couldn’t think as all of his blood raced to his shaft. Boots. Off. Okay. He quickly removed them and then practically ripped off his socks. He’d have to be careful. He needed to have some clothing left when tomorrow came.

He started for the buckle on his jeans, but she swatted his hand gently. “That’s my territory. Don’t make me tie your wrists.”

“That’ll teach me a lesson for putting my hands where they don’t belong.”

“I have a feeling you haven’t learned a thing.”

He was impressed by her deft skills at removing the belt in a matter of seconds. She tore the leather from his waist and the
zing
echoed off the walls. Button undone, zipper unzipped, and his jeans dropped to his knees. His cock eagerly pressed against his boxers, wanting freedom from the cotton confines. She smiled, that sexy smile that ripped through him like an exotic drug. She met his gaze and a second slithered by until she hooked her fingers into the elastic and swiftly dragged them down his hips until they joined his pants. Using the balance he didn’t know he had, he stood on one foot while sliding his boxers the rest of the way off.

Undressed fully, he stood before her, loving the way her gaze dipped over him, stopping on his chest, his waist, and longer on his shaft that stretched toward the ceiling. “What do you think?” The question might have come off as arrogant, but he was really asking for the sake of knowing her thoughts.

“I think I’m one lucky lady. No wonder you have buckle bunnies beating down the door.”

He chuckled. He’d known since he was a teenager that he’d been gifted in that area of his body. For the first years that he’d become sexually active, some of the ladies were a little scared, but as he’d grown into a man, he could practically see the excitement spread across a woman’s face when she saw all of him, just like now with Violet.

Whatever happened in the morning, tonight he planned to give the sweet cowgirl something to remember.

“You’re going to give me a big head…so to speak.”

“Oh, I plan to definitely give you a big head.” Her smile danced.

She knelt at his feet, taking his length into both hands and running her tongue along the slit. Tremors raced over him, through him and around him like an invisible vise. He’d never had more trouble keeping himself from bursting. He counted to ten, forwards, backwards and then imagined himself eating a pickle. Nothing worked. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and glided the slender digits up and down, while licking his head.

Bittersweet pain grew in his balls and shards of heat splashed through him. He closed his eyes and buried his fingers in her hair, controlling himself from thrusting his cock deeper. He had to let her set the pace. She sucked him to the back of her mouth and he could feel her throat close around his tip as she continued to suckle. Oh shit. He couldn’t last much longer in her mouth and he had too many plans to squirt now…this soon.

He growled and reached down, taking her by the elbows and lifting her. Her teeth scraped against his head as she pulled away, and instead of going flaccid, his blood rushed to his tip until he turned purple. He looked around the small apartment, grabbed her up into his arm, and carried her to the small bed, laying her in the middle.

Kneeling over her, he used his teeth to grab the thin material of her thong and dragged it down her thighs and legs, all the while inhaling her essence like fresh oxygen. He dropped the panties to the floor and climbed onto the bed, using his hands to spread her knees wide. For the longest time he stared at the slick beauty of her bare pussy. He liked the softness.

Grasping her hips tight, he lowered his mouth, licked the moist seam as he pressed open her lips and drew a figure eight with the tip of his tongue over her fleshy head. He’d never tasted anything better. He could banquet here all night.

“That feels so good.” She entwined her fingers into his hair.

He suckled her pussy lips, blowing a raspberry on her clit, then dunked his tongue deep into her opening. He continued this pattern until her knees quivered and she lifted them high, spreading her legs incredibly wide. He felt the spasms against his lips and then a burst of warm, musk against his tongue. She arched and a deep moan flew off her lips.  Lifting his head, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, quickly slid his way up her body and pressed his mouth to hers. She opened wide, accepting him and he rolled his tongue around the roof of her mouth. He wasn’t sure what part of her tasted better.